“Please be gentle,” I begged, helpless on my hands and knees. I could feel Jack's balls slapping against my ass as he penetrated me. The sensation sent a rush through my entire body.
Jack held me tightly by my hips as he thrust slowly against me. Every time he thrust forward, I winced, mixtures of pain and pleasure rocking through my body. I gasped for air, torn between wanting to tell him to stop and wanting to beg him to go faster. I was helpless underneath him, left only to trust that he would take care of me, just the way I needed him to.
“God. Jillian.” Jack pulled me back tighter and harder against him as he drove his cock in deeper. I gasped, my eyes opening wide. It was too much, but I couldn't stop. I needed him inside of me. I couldn't bear to have him stop before he filled my ass with his seed.
“Don't stop,” I begged, clutching the pillow tighter against myself.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes! I need it. Please don't stop.”
He started going faster, making me squeal. I could feel him stretching me out, forcing his way inside of me. It hurt so good, I needed more.
“Fuck me Jack!” I shouted through clenched teeth. “Fuck my virgin ass, please!”
He grunted, spurred on by my words. His balls slapped hard against my ass as he fucked me hard. His grip on my thighs tightened, his nails digging into my skin.
I closed my eyes tight, squealing. I was ready for it. I could feel him about to burst.
Jack let out a cry of pleasure as he came inside of my ass. I squirmed, gasping for air. I buried my face into the arm of the couch, biting down on the leather as I felt him filling me up.
When he pulled back, I just laid there, holding the throw pillow against my chest. My knees had turned to jelly. I couldn't move.
“That was amazing,” Jack whispered. He gave me a playful slap on the ass.
I giggled. I didn't know what to say.
I was just glad that I had made him happy. That's all I wanted to do. He was mine now, and every day from now on, I wanted to make him happy.
10
Jack
Monday morning, I arrived at the office early, before anyone else. I wasn't normally the first one there. Usually, Kelsey arrived before everyone else, unlocking the doors, turning on the lights, and making preparations to start the work day. I trusted her to handle the day by day operations, so I usually came in a bit later, taking advantage of being the boss by sleeping in, just a little bit.
Today, though, I needed to be at the office first thing in the morning, because I knew it would be the only time Kelsey and I would have alone.
I was already sitting in my office when she got there. I'd turned on all the lights so that she would know someone was there. I saw her look around, confused, before she looked down the hall and saw me through my open door. She immediately started heading my way.
“Kelsey,” I said, nodding to her as she walked into my office. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Jack,” she said. She stood there stiffly, her hands clasped in front of her. She obviously knew why I was here this early. It was obvious what she and I had to talk about.
I'd considered doing this away from the office. Calling her at home, or arranging a meeting at a neutral location. But confronting her here had seemed the best way to do it, considering this entire situation had started in my office. I needed Kelsey to understand what was going on between Jillian and I. Kelsey was my right hand, my most trusted adviser. After Jillian had finally told me what Kelsey had said to her—a conversation I'd had to coax out of her over the weekend while she was staying at my place—I'd known that there was no way for me to avoid this conversation.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Yes,” Kelsey said. “We do.”
I drummed my fingers on top of my desk, not sure how to proceed. I'd been rehearsing this conversation in my head since last night, but I still didn't have it quite down yet.
Kelsey started. “Look, Jack, I know you must have a soft spot for Jillian. And I know you're going through some kind of mid-life crisis, and your judgment is impaired.”
“Is that what you think this is?” I asked. “Just a mid-life crisis?”
“I don't see what else it could be.” She shrugged.
“Have you considered,” I asked her, “that I might genuinely care for Jillian?”
She gave me a sympathetic look. I didn't like the expression on her face. It made me feel like she pitied me. “Jack, I have no doubt that you care for her. What I think, though, is that you're letting your feelings blind you to the truth.”
“And what truth would that be?” I raised my chin, expecting I knew where this was going, but wanting to hear it for myself.
“That she's using you. That she tricked you into her bed, then got herself knocked up so she could get her hooks into you. Next thing you know, she'll convince you that you need to get married, 'for the sake of the baby,' she'll say. And once she's got a ring on her finger, half of your wealth is hers.”
I smirked, almost amused at the fairy tale Kelsey had cooked up. I supposed I understood her perspective, of course. As good-hearted as Kelsey usually was, she had always had a cynical side. It was part of what made her a good manager. It helped her see through people's bull shit.
But in this case, I was certain that she was absolutely wrong. If for no other reason, then because Jillian had hid the pregnancy from me for so long. Had she wanted to “trap” me, she surely would have told me she was pregnant right away. Instead, she'd waited until she already knew I cared deeply for her.
Those weren't the actions of a woman who was using me. They were the actions of someone who had been scared and unsure of herself. Someone who needed to know that the father of her child really, truly cared for her.
“I think you've got it all wrong,” I said.
“Jack, don't be a fool.” She shook her head. “You've got your love goggles on. Trust me. Any day now, she'll try to convince you to propose.”
“That's impossible,” I said.
“I don't see how,” Kelsey replied.
I smirked.
“Because,” I said, “we're already married.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but whatever retort she'd had prepared vanished before it could come out of her mouth. She stared at me, her mouth hanging open.
“It happened in Vegas,” I said, finally coming clean. “We were both drunk. It was probably a mistake, but maybe it was a wonderful one.”
“What...I...how...?” Kelsey shook her head, a completely dumbfounded expression on her face.
I explained the rest of the details to her. Finding the folder with the wedding certificate. Consulting my lawyer about annulment, before the feelings Jillian and I had for each other built into something more. I skipped over the erotic encounters Jillian and I had shared right here in this office—including right there on top of my desk—though I knew Kelsey already knew about those.
When I finished the story, Kelsey sat down across from me. She folded her hands in her lap, mute with shock.
“So,” she said, “you've been married for months.”
“That's right,” I said.
“And she hasn't filed for divorce?” Kelsey asked. “I mean, you made millions off the Empire Labs contract. Without a prenup, half of that would technically be hers.”
“She hasn't asked me for a dime,” I said. “Jillian isn't interested in my money.” I couldn't help but feel a warm smile touch my lips. “I think all she really wants is for me to be a good father.”
“Oh.” Kelsey blinked. Her expression was still shifting through various stages of shock. I could see the wheels turning in her head, as she tried to consider the different angles, to see if there was still some way this could be a ploy on Jillian's part, a way to get at my money. But the truth was, she could have tried to get at my money any time over the last few months. All it would have taken would be a paternity suit filed on behalf of our unborn child, in order to secure
child support. Considering what my income was, a regular child support check would have been more than Jillian's current salary. She could have been financially secure, without even needing to hold her own job. But she had never tried to get one cent from me.
“So,” I said, “I think you can call off the attack dogs now. Jillian isn't trying to get anything out of me. Except for happiness.”
A smile slowly spread across Kelsey's face. “Well. Damn.” She spread her hands to either side. “Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. From everything I'd seen, it looked like...”
“I know,” I said. “Don't worry about it one bit. You were just looking out for me.”
Kelsey stood up, brushing her hands against her skirt. “Well then,” she said, her face turning a light shade of pink. “I guess if that's that, I'll get to work. I still need to schedule that meeting for the start of the new year with Trimple, Inc. And there's some end of quarter reports that I want to get a head start on.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
Kelsey started heading for the door.
“Oh, and Kelsey?”
She stopped and turned towards me. “Yes?”
“One more thing.” I did some quick mental math of how many months had passed since the Vegas trip. “Start looking into hiring a temp for, let's say mid-January.”
“A temp?” she asked, frowning in confusion.
“Yes. To cover Jillian during her maternity leave.”
“Ahh.” She smiled and nodded. “Of course.”
She turned to leave, then looked back at me. “I assume she'll be returning to work once the baby is born, then?”
“I'm sure she plans to,” I said. “Oh, and I know you usually already handle these things anyway, but make sure you're the one who handles her performance review at the start of the new year. I don't want anyone thinking I showed her any favoritism.”
Kelsey nodded. “Of course, Jack. I'll make sure to be extra hard on her, just to make sure everyone knows it was fair.”
She left to go about the day's work. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about what the future would hold.
I knew there was a great future in store for Jillian and myself. But there was also something missing.
I started making plans. I knew I would only have one chance to get this right. There was one thing that needed to be done, before Jillian and I would truly be able to move forward and do this right.
11
Jillian
I was laying in Jack's bed—our bed, really, but I wasn't quite used to thinking of it that way yet. It was the middle of the night, and I hadn't been able to sleep. The baby kept rolling around. It felt like she was doing somersaults inside my uterus. I was certain she was going to be a gymnast when she grew up, from the way she was always kicking and jumping around inside of me.
I was due any day now. Jack had insisted that I move in with him during the final weeks before the baby was born. He wanted to be able to support me the entire time, and to be there by my side after the baby had arrived. I still technically had my old apartment—the lease wouldn't be up until April—but I'd been living at Jack's place for the last few weeks. It still didn't quite feel like home yet, especially with how much fancier and more expensive everything was, compared to where I used to live. But I was making the most of it, and having Jack there by my side made everything worth it.
I felt like I had to pee, which was pretty much my eternal state of being these days. I should have just moved permanently into the bathroom, considering how much time I spent in there. I got up, trying not to disturb Jack. He was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to me, looking as handsome as he had the first day we woke up together in the hotel room in Las Vegas.
When I stood up, I felt dizzy. I felt a sudden rush, and I suddenly worried that I'd wet myself. Then I looked down at the silk sheets and realized it was something else entirely.
“Jack,” I said, reaching over to gently shake him. “Jack, I think we need to go.”
Jack stirred slightly in his sleep. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Go where?”
“To the hospital.”
That made Jack's eyes snap right open. He sat up in bed. “What?”
I gestured to the stained sheets. “I'm sorry. If I'd known it was happening, I would have gotten a towel.”
Jack barely glanced at the sheets. “It's time?” he asked.
“They're ruined,” I said, holding the sheets in my hand. I wondered how expensive they were. “Do you think the dry cleaner can get it out?”
Jack pushed the sheets aside. “Jillian, forget the damn sheets. Is the baby coming?”
I looked up at him. The shock of the moment still had me in its grasp.
I nodded.
Jack grinned.
I took a few minutes to change clothes so that I wouldn't show up at the hospital in a damp nightgown. Jack was in a rush, grabbing my pre-packed bag and double checking that it had everything we needed inside. He ran around like a madman, grabbing a few last minute things.
“Where's my cell phone charger?” he called from the other room. “Do you think we'll be able to charge it in the delivery room? I need enough battery to take pictures.”
I rolled my eyes. I finished getting dressed, tucking a towel between my legs since I was still leaking. Then I started brushing my teeth.
Jack came into the room in a tizzy. He stared at me agape when he saw me brushing my teeth. “Jillian, what are you doing? We need to go! The baby is coming.”
I spit into the sink, then laid a hand against his chest. “Sweetie, labor might take like thirty six hours. I can take two minutes to brush my teeth.”
Despite my assurances that we had plenty of time, Jack insisted on rushing me out the door as quickly as he could. The first of the serious contractions hit while we were in the car; I'd been having false labor contractions off and on for a week, so I hadn't thought much of it when I'd had some light contractions earlier. But they finally started hitting me hard enough that I had to grab onto the handle over the door to keep myself upright.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked. His hands were white on the steering wheel. I'd never seen him so nervous before. He seemed to be more scared of what was happening than I was, and I was the one who was about to push a human being out of my body.
“I'm fine,” I hissed through clenched teeth. A few moments later, the pain passed.
“Should I be timing them?” Jack asked. “The book said I should be timing them.”
I laughed, patting his leg. Jack had been reading every baby book he could get his hands on, trying to prepare for what was to come. I'd told him that no book could really prepare him for fatherhood, but he'd insisted that it would have to help. I'd humored him, of course, but I knew that he wasn't really ready. He'd have to learn the hard way, just like everyone else did.
We arrived at the hospital. It was still dark outside, and the lobby was mostly empty. We checked in at the front desk, with Jack hovering by my side the entire time, practically bouncing up and down in his impatience to get me inside. I told him more than once that we still had a long, long wait ahead of us, but he wouldn't listen.
Eventually, we were settled into a small private room. There was a little couch to one side, and the nurse showed Jack how it folded out into a small bed.
“There's an extra bed in here?” he asked, frowning in confusion.
“Well, of course,” the nurse said. “I assume you're staying the night?”
Jack glanced at me.
I told the nurse, “I don't think he gets it yet.”
The nurse laughed at him, patting his arm. “Sweetheart, you settle yourself in. You'll probably be here until tomorrow at least.”
“Oh. Right. Of course.” Jack sat down on the couch. It looked like it was finally starting to sink in.
Long hours passed while we waited for the baby to arrive. The doctor came in periodically to check on me, checking my vitals and seeing how dilated I was. Once the epidural wa
s in, I was relaxed enough that I was actually able to sleep for a while in between contractions. I don't think Jack slept at all, though. Whenever I woke up from dozing off, he was sitting by my side, nervous and sweaty.
We were well past hour twenty four when Jack started pacing. I laid in bed, reading a magazine, and watching him pace back and forth. I was surprised at how labor was nothing at all like I'd seen it on TV. The nurses kept the lights dimmed so I could relax, and they came in from time to time to massage my legs and rub me down with olive oil to help move the process along. I felt like a tossed salad. But labor took a long time, and as hard as it was, there wasn't much for me to do yet but lay there and endure it.
I set the magazine down and closed my eyes, clenching my teeth through another contraction. I'd been expecting hair pulling, screaming and cursing pain, like you saw in movies. Instead it was grueling, exhausting pain that left me feeling drained and worn out. Watching Jack pace back and forth so impatiently certainly wasn't helping any.
“Jack,” I said through clenched teeth, “sit down.”
“I'm just anxious,” he said, shaking his hands as if he could expel his nervous energy through them.
“I know that, sweetie,” I said. “But we've probably got another twelve hours, and I...”
I cut off as another contraction hit me.
When I could catch my breath, I finished, “I can't deal with you pacing all day. It's worse than the contractions.”
“Sorry,” Jack said. He sat down on the couch, right across from me.
“I know you're nervous,” I said. “But I'm doing fine. The baby is doing fine. This is a great hospital. There's nothing to worry about.”
I felt a bit silly, being the one telling him that there was nothing to worry about. But as strong as Jack was, I knew how helpless he must have felt just then. There was nothing he could do but watch.
“It's not that,” he said. “I know everything is fine with you.”
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